Stoke came
We get carried away
Chasing our tails as we reach for the sun
Those days we were skating and smoking our drugs
Cold change
But I won’t be wasting away
My bones may be old but blood still runs young
Like pictures like film that sit
In my mind
Feel short on time
Don’t want this to go
But I’ll be fine
With you standing here by my side
I miss it though
Hip clothes
You wore calico
What a wonderful mess we made on our road
If tomorrows no more, least know we lived well
But our dreams, they’re still shining
Like the moon, silver lining
All the weight of the world, still no thought of regret
The picture is set
In my mind
Feel short on time
Don’t want this to go
But I’ll be fine
With you standing here by my side
I miss it though